Dipping My Toes - Part Two: Pensive
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  • Reads 79
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  • Parts 20
  • Time 10m
Ongoing, First published Oct 31, 2019
Having backpacked around the world for the last 10 years and tasting all parts of society; learning languages, cooking local recipes, experiencing alternative lifestyles, and having short-lived relationships, this book of poetry looks at a six month period of the author's life while in south-east Asia and Europe. 

Not to mention that, yes, people can have bouts of depression in between all the excitement of being a world traveler.

'Part Two: Pensive' sees the author switching between questioning parts of life, and noticing the reality around him.
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Pangs of Neglect

46 parts Complete

This is my second story book of poetry after publishing Sitting Under a Torn Umbrella - with a new title and have a new outlook. Now modernization of humanity is found nakedly in every aspect of life. Divine law doesn't follow today. Rather we disobey whimsically, arrogantly, intentionally without pondering over its side effects and destructive result. Effortless effort, coreless relation do raise its ugly head like a poisonous snake. The words like filial piety, cordiality, fraternity, honesty, modesty do not get entry into our so called modern lexicon. Man's faith is being stampeded on foot, hope sinks into dispair, promise is broken, innocuous peace cut into pieces. Hanky-panky, desultory atmosphere forced us to go back to the Days of Ignorance. Hopelessly we do feel pangs of neglect sitting under a torn umbrella.